The team assembled around the secluded house awaiting agent Waters to
speak. They knew their orders. Find Sark and apprehend him. Many of them
had known Agent Reed and still couldn't believe she would betray them like
that and Agent Howship had been in the CIA for years. To them it was more
of a personal mission. To bring Amanda Howship's death to justice. The work
she had done had not been in vain though as she had helped the CIA to get
this far and to bring Lauren Reed down.
Constance stood next to Jack all suited up. She was dressed in tight black pants with a fitted black shirt. They both held motor cycle helmets and looked the part. They walked up to the gates and as the camera moved towards them, Constance spoke into her wrist. "await my signal and do not move without my say so. This mission is important guys... good luck." She gave her team one last confidence boost. They all knew that this was her chance to shine. Both to the CIA and most importantly, to herself.
Jack slid his arm around Constance's waist as he turned to speak to the camera. "hey man, our moped just heaped out on us. We have no way back to the city from here so can we use your phone." Jack improvised. The camera turned to capture Constance and stayed on her. "its so dark and even if we tried to go back the way we came, we probably wouldn't find our way." Jack gave her waist a little squeeze as the gates proceeded to open. She wasn't sure if it was a "well done" squeeze or a "this is it" squeeze but all she really cared about was the fact that it was a squeeze and there was no questioning that. "we're in" Jack removed his arm and reached for the gates. They both walked up to the house and the front door began to open. As they did, the agents saw two huge men with spray cans. Slowly everything went dark and they fell to the ground.
Jack awoke to feel the icy chill of metal cold against his skin. His hands and feet were chained to the wall and there was a secondary chain that went from those to each other. Someone really didn't want him to escape. "Sark probably knows how mad I'll be when he starts parading around and gloating in front of me." Jack thought to himself. Just then he noticed Constance on the floor across the dimly lit space in which they were being held. She was lying on the concrete floor of the basement and she was gagged. Only bound at her wrists above her head, she was still unconscious. "Constance" Jack whispered in an attempt to wake her without alarming any of the guards. She stirred but didn't awaken. He was too late as the door was unlocked and someone entered. Jack was still rather groggy and couldn't make out who it was standing there opposite him.
"hello agent Bristow" a defined British accent escaped the capturers lips. "Sark" Jack spat out the word as if it would make him sick. "I see your friend has not awoken yet. What a shame I was hoping to speak to you both together." "you leave her out of this. Just let her go and I'll do whatever you say." The desperate agent pleaded. "no Jack!" a muffled Constance attempted to speak who was now awake and had heard his offer. "Constance please." He replied. "look" Sark interrupted their argument. "I hate to disrupt this beautiful array of feelings but er Constance is it? Your not going anywhere even if he offers me everything he has. I need you both here for my plan to work." "what plan?" Jack tried to shift himself off the floor but found that the chains were firmly attached to the ground. "look all you have to know is that I need you both. Now what shall I do to entertain myself while I await my orders?" he turned to Constance who was sitting up against the wall. Sark removed her gag and stroked her face. "leave her be." Jack snarled getting even more angry. He could see now why he was chained so much. Constance whimpered as Sark undid her shirt buttons and came closer, all of a sudden, she kicked him and he fell back. A now angry and vengeful Sark grabbed the restrained woman by her hair and straddled her so she could not lash out and hurt him once more. He ripped her shirt open revealing a black bra with only a small front clasp. He ran his fingers over the lacy material touching the flesh underneath ever so slightly.
Constance stood next to Jack all suited up. She was dressed in tight black pants with a fitted black shirt. They both held motor cycle helmets and looked the part. They walked up to the gates and as the camera moved towards them, Constance spoke into her wrist. "await my signal and do not move without my say so. This mission is important guys... good luck." She gave her team one last confidence boost. They all knew that this was her chance to shine. Both to the CIA and most importantly, to herself.
Jack slid his arm around Constance's waist as he turned to speak to the camera. "hey man, our moped just heaped out on us. We have no way back to the city from here so can we use your phone." Jack improvised. The camera turned to capture Constance and stayed on her. "its so dark and even if we tried to go back the way we came, we probably wouldn't find our way." Jack gave her waist a little squeeze as the gates proceeded to open. She wasn't sure if it was a "well done" squeeze or a "this is it" squeeze but all she really cared about was the fact that it was a squeeze and there was no questioning that. "we're in" Jack removed his arm and reached for the gates. They both walked up to the house and the front door began to open. As they did, the agents saw two huge men with spray cans. Slowly everything went dark and they fell to the ground.
Jack awoke to feel the icy chill of metal cold against his skin. His hands and feet were chained to the wall and there was a secondary chain that went from those to each other. Someone really didn't want him to escape. "Sark probably knows how mad I'll be when he starts parading around and gloating in front of me." Jack thought to himself. Just then he noticed Constance on the floor across the dimly lit space in which they were being held. She was lying on the concrete floor of the basement and she was gagged. Only bound at her wrists above her head, she was still unconscious. "Constance" Jack whispered in an attempt to wake her without alarming any of the guards. She stirred but didn't awaken. He was too late as the door was unlocked and someone entered. Jack was still rather groggy and couldn't make out who it was standing there opposite him.
"hello agent Bristow" a defined British accent escaped the capturers lips. "Sark" Jack spat out the word as if it would make him sick. "I see your friend has not awoken yet. What a shame I was hoping to speak to you both together." "you leave her out of this. Just let her go and I'll do whatever you say." The desperate agent pleaded. "no Jack!" a muffled Constance attempted to speak who was now awake and had heard his offer. "Constance please." He replied. "look" Sark interrupted their argument. "I hate to disrupt this beautiful array of feelings but er Constance is it? Your not going anywhere even if he offers me everything he has. I need you both here for my plan to work." "what plan?" Jack tried to shift himself off the floor but found that the chains were firmly attached to the ground. "look all you have to know is that I need you both. Now what shall I do to entertain myself while I await my orders?" he turned to Constance who was sitting up against the wall. Sark removed her gag and stroked her face. "leave her be." Jack snarled getting even more angry. He could see now why he was chained so much. Constance whimpered as Sark undid her shirt buttons and came closer, all of a sudden, she kicked him and he fell back. A now angry and vengeful Sark grabbed the restrained woman by her hair and straddled her so she could not lash out and hurt him once more. He ripped her shirt open revealing a black bra with only a small front clasp. He ran his fingers over the lacy material touching the flesh underneath ever so slightly.
